Blake Willis signaled her to come to him. The bar was empty at the moment.“You need another one already?” said Marian, coming up to him.“No, no,...�� he said. “I would like to have a word with you if you’d be so good as to hear me out,” said Blake Willis. She smiled, but it was a cold smile.“We’ve never met, Mister Willis, but I do know who you are. Julian pointed you out that day when you came here, what, a month ago. Please get it. I’m on his side,” said Marian.“Good,” said Blake. “That is partly. A littlesomething called `b**stie.'" The spotlights die, leaving the arena in darkness again. Ifeel the gal in the mini-dress back slowly into me. And with thefirst synthesized strains of "b**stie," my throbbing memberthrills to the sensation of slow shift of her firm ass throughthe thick denim of my jeans. Does this woman know what she's DOING to me? I ask myself. As if in answer, I feel her hands reach behind her to grab myhips. She then pulls me tightly against her and moves. After so long feeling hollow,after so many restless nights haunted by that feeling, at long last shefelt whole again. Complete.She hadn't heard the noise she'd made, caught between a moan and a yelp,as he'd entered her. Instead she'd become rigid all over as she'dwallowed in the joyous satisfaction, as though her entire body had beenimpaled on him.Some semblance of rational thought entered Jo's mind again, chieflyexactly what she was doing. She'd taken some nerdy-looking stranger awayfrom being. "Did you say something?" No, but now that I think about it, how about we clean out the basement this weekend, after your appointment. We could make ourselves a dungeon. I can invite your master over to help with the details. Maybe even invite a few extra sluts to help out." M'Lord, bring in extra sluts? For what purpose?" I couldn't help feeling a mixture of shock and jealousy at the thought of sharing either of my men with strangers."Now, slut, we can't fuck you if you're healing from the.